Ah, the dreams of a new driver. I had the same such dreams... until they were dashed against the highway by my parents with three words:"Too little experience."I hope it works out for you. I'd love to go on a road trip.

Oh, gotchya. That's still lucky if your mate's 'rents (if he still lives with them, idk) let him do that. I'd already had my license for about 7 months, plus my 14 months of having a permit, before I was allowed to drive to Atlanta by myself. And Toronto is bigger than Atlanta.

My first "road trip" was with my best buddy Andrew, from my hometown (Waco TX) to Norman, OK in a 1997 Ford Taurus. I have no fucking clue how we didn't get lost as I didn't even have a cell phone, more or less a GPS. Then again, it was a pretty straight forward drive. The parts that I remember anyways. I think we almost died only like 4 times. We were supposed to stay for a couple of days but he got a call from his girlfriend sobbing about her friend who broke her arm and wanted to come back after being there for only like 3 hours. I think thats when our friendship started to fall apart. He was always a bitch.